[Intro]
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Huh?, what?, yeah
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[Verse 1]
Look for your b*tch, you can't find her, aye
I f*cked your b*tch and her mama, aye
She sucked my di*k, I might sign her, aye
That's the reason that I got her, aye
Rings on my finger like Sonic, aye
Them b*tches flooded with diamonds, aye
I had the Glock in my bombers, aye
I got the work, yeah, I got it, aye
[Hook]
I got the work, yeah, I got it, aye
I got the work, yeah, I got it, aye
I got the work, yeah, I got it, aye
I got the work, yeah, I got it, aye
I got the work, yeah, I got it, aye
I got the work, yeah, I got it, aye
I got the work, yeah, I got it, aye
[Verse 2]
Brand new gun, nobody shot it, aye
Yeah, you know I gotta cop it, aye
Give me like two or three bodies, aye
Cause you know I just be dropping sh*t, aye
Diamonds they shine on my Rollie, aye
Cause you know this perfect timing b*tch, ay
That little b*tch like a spider, whoa
Look the way that she gonna climb the di*k, aye
Suck on the tit [?]
Yeah, [?] know what time it is, aye
She deep throat that sh*t, I can’t find my di*k
She like my shirt but don't know what line it is, aye
Woah, I got designer b*tch, aye
666 sh*t, that demonic thing, aye
[Hook]
I got the work, yeah, I got it, aye
I got the work, yeah, I got it, aye
I got the work, yeah, I got it, aye
I got the work, yeah, I got it, aye (oh, I got it)
I got the work, yeah, I got it, aye
I got the work, yeah, I got it, aye
I got the work, yeah, I got it, aye
[Verse 3]
Nowadays, I'm the hot topic, aye
Givenchy shirt for my side b*tch, aye
Stealing my style need to stop it (Yeah)
See that sh*t once and I cop it (Yeah)
Don't want no beef, better drop it, aye
Pull up on you with a mopstick, aye
Two-two-three ain't it's no prop stick
Japanese girl eat me up with some chopsticks, hey
That lil' b*tch right there, she a ho (Ha)
She sucked my di*k for a bean, aye
That little b*tch is a fiend, aye
I heard that b*tch was your queen, aye
f*ck that n*gga and his team, aye
Pull up on him with the beam, aye
Blow his ass to smithereens, (yeah)